episode_0017

“Let’s eat… rice.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Hesitating to go to the bedroom, I thought about lying down on the sofa to sleep, but thankfully, I was held back.

I almost cried while sleeping on the sofa.

Exhausted by tiredness, I fell asleep quickly, maybe earlier than usual, and woke up earlier than usual, quietly got up and prepared food.

Egg rolls are commonly considered an intermediate-level dish among eggs.

Most people strangely just scramble them or keep frying only one side at low heat to eat the semi-cooked yolk.

Since egg rolls are easy once you get the hang of it, they are considered intermediate.

While making egg rolls, I took out the leftover side dishes from yesterday.

Heat what needs to be heated and don’t heat the kimchi.

My brother also likes stir-fried pork…

Ah. I want to call him “Oppa.”

As soon as the bottom of the eggs was slightly cooked, I put everything in.

It’s not because it’s troublesome to cook separately in a frying pan.

Egg rolls, stir-fried pork, kimbap… things like that.

“Sigh….”

Yes. Even if it’s like this, I’m fine with it.

If he didn’t like it or really lost affection, he would have left this house, not the stir-fried pork.

This crazy girl. Is she crazy? No, she’s not.

Anyone can see that she’s a pitiful, fragile girl who has suffered a disappointment.

“You woke up first.”

“Oh. Yes.”

However, even though I like him, I can’t speak as lovingly as yesterday.

He didn’t like it, and as I gradually approached him, I might seem indifferent, but for me, this is the best way.

Maybe I forgot how men talk.

I could have just said, ‘Oh, Oppa, are you awake? Let’s eat~.’

Hmm. I didn’t forget. I just don’t feel like writing it.

My brain is intoxicated with love’s dopamine.

My heart warmed, my whole body tingled, and without hesitation, I poured love into dressing myself up and putting love into food.

That’s why there’s no love left for me.

I didn’t receive it. Maybe I did, but it might have been a little… less.

“Goodbye.”

“Okay.”

It’s insanely lonely, solitary, and sad.

It’s my fault, and I regret it.

I regret it immensely.

I should have judged better.

My sincerity overwhelmed me.

“…Ah.”

I couldn’t dress properly.

“Um? Did you fight with your girlfriend?”

“Uh… no… wait, she’s not my girlfriend.”

“Hmm. You fought.”

“We did.”

“Suhan was wrong. Apologize.”

I don’t know how he found out about the slight discord between Jie and me… But still, the food today was delicious.

It feels a bit off, though.

“You’ll come back… That’s how it was originally.”

“You’ll break up at this rate.”

“You’ll try to put on the ring again and then take it off. Oh, handsome guys can’t get women.”

“Well… Team Leader. Manager? And… everyone working here…”

I send away all the suddenly gathered people.

Why are they so curious about me?

“Whatever your personality or whatever, try to soothe well. Perhaps… outwardly kind but mistreats women at home…”

The cautious statement with potential misunderstandings coming from the side makes my head ache.

“Sigh….”

Strange misunderstandings arise, making me wonder if this is right.

Did I mess up that badly?

Well… it’s possible. I ran away.

She’s incredibly cute and pretty… but… ugh.

How do I say this?

But… but Jie was a man.

Is the current Jie turning into a woman within a few days, wearing clothes like an older brother… and all that?

She looks completely like a woman, so it’s not something else.

It just feels like living with a woman.

I thought nothing had changed, but there must be something different.

It has become noticeable.

Uncomfortable… should I say.

Of course it would be uncomfortable. I want to erase it too.

A man and a young woman living together.

Soon, I will turn thirty and just finished military service… military service… yes.

How can I make Jiwu return to his soldier mentality like a man again?

“A good idea came to mind.”

The way to change Jiwu back to the Jiwu before becoming a woman.

Not perfect, but a solution that can grasp the gist.

“Hmm… hmm… I don’t know.”

“So… I want to go back to how things were before….”

“Uh… Jihye, would you rather live in my house? I want to eat what Jihye makes~”

Hyung is different from others.

It’s natural for people to be different from each other, but are there people who run away when tempted?

Usually, I just don’t know. Wasn’t it a situation where I had to resist… resist and struggle with myself, saying that I was tempted and I couldn’t help it?

“That… no, not yet.”

“Not yet… understood. But when will you come back to court me?”

“I want to start from the ‘some… something’ stage.”

Running away when startled might be an instinct of humans.

There may be people whose fists rise when startled.

At least Hyung runs away.

“Some… some sounds nice. It must be sweet.”

“That… I’m not sure….”

To befriend a cat, you must approach it slowly so as not to startle it.

Hyung also approaches slowly while making eye contact to avoid startling. And slowly.

And once you get a little familiar, you touch, get touched, pet, and so on…

“Hehe. Hehehe.”

“Jihye, you’ve gone quite far, come back.”

“Oh… okay.”

“Ahem. Oh, about the wish yesterday….”

“Oh. Yes.”

“Let’s go on a date. I’ll let you know the time later via text.”

Trying a wish only goes so far.

In the end, it’s a date.

But I know very well that a woman’s date is not like that.

“Honestly, I can’t help you. Just subtly make her heart flutter.”

“Okay….”

“Alright. Good job~”

“Okay.”

Maybe I figured out why Hyung can’t meet women.

If I try to progress, he withdraws, and if I try to withdraw, he withdraws again. Maybe he thinks the attractive person is teasing me.

I feel that right now.

“Sigh….”

When swimming in deep waters, my body is already prepared for cooking in the kitchen.

Accordingly, the sound of the front door lock being pressed was heard, and the door opened.

“Good job.”

“Oh.”

Today, Hyung is a bit formidable.

Starting from his posture, something seems determined, and I am unknowingly drawn into tension.

“Let’s eat.”

But what if we do that?

We’re still in a cold war.

It ended vaguely without any gain and left only wounds. Especially for me.

“Jiyu.”

“Yes.”

“Let’s go military style.”

“…What?”

Sitting upright and saying seriously… what? Military?

“Sigh….”

“If we go military style and then FM style, Jiwu, you can transform back to being manly!”

“….”

My heart fills with emptiness.

I found a flaw.

I don’t understand the problem. Even if I don’t know ethics, my Korean score is probably below 50.

“Hyung, do you think I would do that?”

“Uh… yeah?”

“Are you joking with me now… Oh. Seriously.”

I didn’t expect it to be this bad.

I never thought about it.

I just wanted to apologize today and slowly return to a normal relationship.

I apologize first, roughly excusing the fact that I did a lot with my hands. Then my brother smiled as if he was okay. And tomorrow, I will greet you again normally, have breakfast in the morning, come back in the evening, and play.

I thought so.

“I’m going somewhere else today.”

“Jiwoo…?”

“Hmph.”

I put on my clothes and make a call on my phone.

I didn’t know I would make a call like this….

[Oh, Jihye.]

“Unnie, shall I upgrade the wish ticket for you?”

[Upgrade?]

“I’ll sleep at Unnie’s house.”

I need to listen to the woman’s opinion properly.

Like Solomon, I need to consider the consequences and make a judgment.

[…Alright. Do you need an escort?]

“Then it’s perfect. I’ll go and make food right away.”

[I’ll go now!]

I roughly put my phone in my handbag and step outside.

“…Where are you going.”

“To a friend’s house.”

“……”

Look at this.

I can’t speak again.

Apologize or ask why she’s angry. Frustrating person.

Find out why I’m being snappy.

Why can’t someone who is good at everything and has no shortcomings capture a woman’s heart?

I really don’t understand.

Whether she sees me as a man or a woman, or the opposite.

When I was a man, if I had a hard time for a moment, I would ask if it was okay and comfort her if she was depressed.

“I’ll go.”

“Oh….”

Nothing is working out.

*

I sat huddled in a corner of the underground parking lot waiting for my sister.

I’m clearly annoyed, but I feel like I’m expecting something for no reason.

My pride has been seriously hurt.

“Jihye!”

“Unnie….”

“Our Jihye, your pretty face is all messed up. Oh….”

My sister wiped away the tears that were flowing down my cheeks and hugged me as I was.

It was comfortable and warm, and I was really grateful to my sister.

It would be nice if my brother did this.

“Let’s go.”

Tears no longer came out, and the irritation and unjust feelings that were trying to come out reluctantly subsided to some extent.

“…Do we have ingredients at home?”

“Ingredients? Oh…um…maybe…?”

Because I promised to make something delicious for my sister.

“Wait…let’s stop by the mart.”

Because I’m thankful. I have to make it with strength.